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are
presentable. Come.” Cam took his wife’s hand and led her downstairs.
    “But he’ll find out it’s a
fake, won’t he?” Angie asked as they made their way along the corridor toward
Cam’s study. “And then it’ll be worse.”
    “He’ll never know. The stones
are diamonds, not perfect by any means but good enough for Rawcliffe to think he’d made a killing. He’s in debt, and if his parents find out to what
extent, he’ll be sent to manage their plantation, away from temptation, without
anything to fall back on.”
    “Sounds ideal to me,” Angie
commented. “Why not let it happen?”
    “If he doesn’t honor his debts, it won’t just be him in disgrace. And his grandmama and mine are cousins. It would nigh on kill both
of them. They’re both well into their nineties, and likely to pass over before
too long anyway, so I might as well ensure their last days are happy ones. His
parents will cover the remainder. He’ll still go to St. Kitts.”
    “You’re too altruistic by far.
He’s a snake.”
    “Oh he is, but with him so far
away, he’ll be insignificant. Not even a snake, a worm.”
    Angelina laughed. It was a
happy, joyful noise that gladdened his heart and made up for his still
unrequited, rock hard cock. Cam swung her into his arms, thrust his leg between
hers, and nibbled the nape of her neck. The hitch in her breathing was all he
could ask for.
    “And as soon as we sort
everything else out, we can forget all about him.” He murmured the words. “And
as soon as you’re well, we have a lot of time to make up.”
    “I’m well now.” She moaned as
he sucked on the sensitive skin beneath her ear.
    “And I will punish you for all
the things you have done when you were specifically told not to.”
    The thought of his particular
forms of punishment didn’t seem to bother her. “Oh…oh yes. Argh…”
    He bit her earlobe. She gasped
and mewled. He daren’t look toward his cock to see if his pantaloons were
stained. If they were not, he was damned lucky. Once again she had him ready to
come.
    “Enough now. Let’s get this meeting over.”
He drew back and patted her arse, none too gently.
    “Ouch.” Angelina rubbed the
spot he’d hit. “I thought you didn’t spank?”
    “I’m rapidly changing my mind.
Now behave.”
    She curtseyed, and it wasn’t a
mockery. “Yes, Sir.”
    He nodded and opened the door
to the study. The curtains were pulled across the window, shutting out the dark
evening, the coals in the fire were glowing, and the lamps lit. Someone had
added a swathe of greenery across the mantle, and put pinecones, apples, and
nuts into a crystal bowl on a side table. It looked homey and welcomin g .  
    Angie looked at the additions.
“I thought you don’t do Christmas decorations? These are lovely.”
    “I’m pleased you approve. But I
still have no idea what you mean.”
    ****
    Angie guessed that. Cam had
looked somewhat blank before he’d kissed her hand. It still tingled and she
resisted the urge to rub it, or worse still, put the spot he’d touched to her
mouth.
    Instead she held her arm close
to her side and studied the three men siting around
the library table. Only one of them seemed even vaguely familiar.
    “My younger brother Gareth on
your left,” Cam said, sotto voce . “Sykes, my business manager, in the center ,
and Viscount Albemarle of…well, just of .”
    Although his comment was
cryptic in the extreme, it made sense to Angie. Especially after the last
Regency mystery she’d read. Then, she’d thought it far-fetched; now she
wondered just where the author had drawn her facts.
    She curtseyed toward the men,
and was amused to see each surge to his feet and bow to her. Normally that
would be as likely as her winning the lottery, and she didn’t even buy a ticket
for that.
    But then, who is to say what now is my normal . The thought that this might
be her reality was scary, even if this Cam was as hot, good-looking, caring, and it seemed,